Not in this capacity at least, not for something such as this. No matter how elegant she looked, dressed in a cerulean blue cheongsam edged in gold embroidery. Classic-length, if slit to the thigh. Long blue hair had been swept up as always, held in place with a small arrangement of flowers that looked real...except they were made of paper. Delicately folded origami blossoms.
She made her way through BloodMoon easily, knowing the layout well enough. A pause here, a polite nod to someone there...before she had made her way towards the reserved table. Someone already sat there, and as she drew closer, she allowed a small, neutral smile to grace her lips.
It seemed both of them were ill at ease for this...venture, but perhaps it would be painless, if they were careful.
"Good evening." she said simply, offering a half bow of respect.
"Wow! Kazama-senpai should really dress like this more often!" Yosuke had found a spot to hide, watching them from what he considered a good vantage point (on his hands and knees, peeking over a few potted plants.) He had shooed away a few waiters by giving them the credit card to swipe and allow him to sit and watch this date unfold. "Eh? Kazama-senpai didn't bring Konan-sama flowers?!" Noted this when his senpai first entered and apparently was empty handed. His palm hit his forehead as he hurried to rectify this mistake.
All this happened quickly before Konan arrived as to give the waiter flowers to give to her, before he returned to his spot. His index finger rose in the air as he waved it about explaining to himself -- the part of him that was feeling embarrassed for even being here. Totally am not being a pervert or anything like that! I am being concerned about my senpai's love life! He let out a faint sigh, really glad that he was here, because what would happen if he wasn't
( ... )
Half an hour before the forced outing of Kazama and Konan - Itachi had been seated in the small V.I.P room that was large enough for four. The events that spurred within included none other than tedious business that was the cause of a certain person that needed disposal of. Itachi’s figure was slightly illuminated as blue lights seeped through the paper doors. His visage hidden by the brim of the straw hat and that in which he had his company with left with satisfaction as the Akatsuki leader was left with none other than a cup of warm sake that dangled from careless fingertips
( ... )
It hadn't been much of a wait, and Kazama spent it quietly, studying his surroundings and memorizing the layout of the interior -- not that there would be much use for it, but such defensive measures were almost habit, by now. Always preparing for survival. But still, he was quick to realize when someone else was drawing nearer the table, and he rose from his seat, returning the half bow. "Good evening." A short pause. "You look beautiful." (He couldn't help sounding the slightest bit awkward, but at least it was sincere enough -- it was the truth, after all. As apathetic as he was to appearances and such, Kazama did acknowledge beauty, and it would be a lie to say Konan wouldn't turn heads with her appearances
( ... )
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Not in this capacity at least, not for something such as this. No matter how elegant she looked, dressed in a cerulean blue cheongsam edged in gold embroidery. Classic-length, if slit to the thigh. Long blue hair had been swept up as always, held in place with a small arrangement of flowers that looked real...except they were made of paper. Delicately folded origami blossoms.
She made her way through BloodMoon easily, knowing the layout well enough. A pause here, a polite nod to someone there...before she had made her way towards the reserved table. Someone already sat there, and as she drew closer, she allowed a small, neutral smile to grace her lips.
It seemed both of them were ill at ease for this...venture, but perhaps it would be painless, if they were careful.
"Good evening." she said simply, offering a half bow of respect.
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All this happened quickly before Konan arrived as to give the waiter flowers to give to her, before he returned to his spot. His index finger rose in the air as he waved it about explaining to himself -- the part of him that was feeling embarrassed for even being here. Totally am not being a pervert or anything like that! I am being concerned about my senpai's love life! He let out a faint sigh, really glad that he was here, because what would happen if he wasn't ( ... )
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